RIC S. BASTASA

Σ τ α λ α γ μ ί τ η ς Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

a small orificewith a stalagmiteis this a cave? i ask and then desire boils inmy head, i haveto enter, guilt isborn, this is notmine, but ownedby someone else, i dream of red cherry inside mytongue, ahh, i mustreason out in orderto forget, this is nothing but aspeleothem; purely nothingbut calciumcarbonate.